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take a loaf of sliced love
point it at the point of appeal
when push comes to the same climax as you
feel the grain of salt that seperates the tears
join with me in disregarding all the rotten fears
the putrid
the rank
the odour
its mine
its here it is now
yes it is that fucking time
swallow me up but be sure you chew first
for though i quench your appetite
i cannot abate your thirst